Page 69 of Loyalty, Lust, Love
“Whew! That’s the kind of man every woman needs. Just let me sit back and be a passenger princess and leave my brain at home when we’re out together.” Meaghan swooned.
“Ryan doesn’t do it enough for me, but he’s getting better. Sometimes you have to train these niggas up in the way they should go, and eventually, they’ll figure out what the fuck to do.”
“No you did not just misquote the Lord’s word,” Fateema teased.
“Girl, that is from First Niggalotions, chapter one, verse seventeen,” Octavia continued.
They laughed at her remark until tears seeped from their eyes. As they gathered themselves, there was a knock on Fateema’s door.
“Hold on. It’s probably my neighbor. I ordered some stuff for our trip, and I’m expecting some packages. Who is it?”
“Your future husband.”
“Lynx?”
“I hope I’m the only one you plan to marry one day.”
Fateema ended the call without saying goodbye to her friends and quickly unlocked her door. Lynx stood on the other side, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder and holding some packages.
“Baby, what are you doing here?”
“I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to see you. Can I come in?”
“Oh, shit.” Fateema stepped back to open the door wider.
Once he was inside, she took the packages from him. After locking the door, she placed the packages on the floor just in time for Lynx to pull her into his arms.
“Damn, I missed you,” he mumbled with his face buried in her neck.
“I missed you too.”
He removed his face from her neck and found her lips with his. Minutes passed as they refamiliarized themselves with each other, although it had only been a few days since they’d last seen each other. When they finally separated, they were out of breath.
“Are you hungry? I baked some chicken and made some mashed potatoes and zucchini.”
“I’m starving.”
“Go put your bag away and wash up. I’ll make your plate.”
They kissed before parting ways, and a few minutes later, Lynx rejoined her in the kitchen. He sat at the table where his plate was placed and immediately scooped up some mashed potatoes.
“Mmm, these are good, Bunny. I don’t think I’ve ever had your mashed potatoes.”
“Thank you. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve cooked for you.”
Lynx thought about it and nodded. “I guess you’re right. C’mere.”
He pushed his chair back, giving her enough room to sit on his lap.
“You want me to sit on your lap while you eat.”
He smirked. “I’d rather you sit on my face while I eat, but we can save that for later. C’mere.”
“Let me get you something to drink. What do you want?”
“Water is fine. Thank you, baby.”
After getting a bottle of water from the fridge, she sat on his lap and put her arm around his shoulders. He used one hand to eat and the other to rub her hip.
